He has small eyes

       He knows he cannot discern

                            Truth from fraud

            Or reality from its opposite

        (whatever that is)

                        He cannot read his watch.

               He cannot differentiate

                            A smile from a frown

              An open hand from a clenched fist.

            So he believes nothing,

                      And doesn’t believe in nothing

           He decides to create his own

         Truth and reality, time (flexible time)

                   Within his own mind,

           Because it’s all bullshit anyway.

                        And we are all sorry for him,

                   Except the wise ones who

                                Live in envy

                         Of the Creator.